Pregnant for the Mafia CEO

Chapter Three: A Night Of Passion

Claire.

Rock beats. Out of the blue, Ava and I scream at each other, shouting to the top of our lungs, even though we can barely hear each other, but we sing along with the DJ. The music is a thrill for my body, pumping chills down my spine, and while my eyes are rolling, somehow, my legs find a way to tip and dance to the beats.

I wouldn't stop. I kept going even though I'm tired. One side of my ribs aches me, but the alcohol is a b***h that keeps riding my senses. We arrived at the club a few hours ago, and it's the best night I've had since I escaped that prison of Caleb's.

"I'm f*****g high! I don't want to ever leave." My voice is directed toward Ava, who laughs at me, choking on her own spit. Both of us are useless, although we still know what we are doing. However, I doubt if we continue to drink, we'll be able to maintain our stances.

"Ooh, says someone who didn't want to come before." She spills back at me, giggling.

Oh, now she's going to do a payback.

"Forget that. I haven't been free in years. I'm so happy. Thank you, Ava." I can't thank her enough. Honestly, she's saved my life. Because of her, I'm able to feel like I'm young again. Not only that, but she's helping me heal. I feel like myself once again.

We had branched out of the salon and had my hair changed back to its natural colour of dark blonde. My dark green eyes are bright, and my skin feels warm again. I'm better, all thanks to Ava for saving me.

My time with Caleb is one that I will never forget. Even as I think of it now, his horrifying eyes when he's angry at me break through my drunkenness. He's always the type to be so calm when he makes you suffer. I'd be screaming, begging him to stop while he'd stand there, landing those whips against my back with a smug on his face.

That was his love language, his way of telling me that he owned me. His way is to remind me that I can never escape.

"But well, guess what, f**k him. I escaped. I am f*****g free at last." I yell as I brush my own hair, feeling its silkiness.

"What?" She raises her brows.

"Oh, nothing."

"Well, I'll go and get us more drinks then." As she says she wants to leave, but I step forward.

"No, I want to come with you..." but she's quick. I try to follow her, but she's disappeared into the crowd.

"Ava! Ava!" I kept screaming, and then, suddenly, I couldn't breathe anymore. Seeing the crowd, suffocated in the midst of the young and free minds, I feel rather locked in.

My legs are wobbling as I try to navigate my way out of the dance floor. Out of nowhere, my hearing is numb to the music, and my breathing is ragged.

Eventually, my sight catches the exit board, and getting to it, I bump into someone, losing my gait, only to fall into another's arms.

"Beauty in my arms. A good omen, I count it as." Says the man who saved me from falling to the ground.

Getting myself together, I stand up to my feet and brush my hair to the left. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay. I'm Aarav. What's yours, miss?" His voice is soothing. There's a wake of hypnotism as he speaks gently and formally in a British accent that doesn't quite complement his warm sandy undertone, like that of a Mexican.

I'm not sure, as I'm high, but I think my eyes are still working well.

"Claire, my name. I'm looking for my friend. We were supposed to catch a drink together, but I lost her."

"Okay, do you need help?"

"Sir, you said you're high on alcohol. You need to rest." A muscular man dressed in all black with low-cut hair says to Aarav.

"And well, a lady in distress requires my help. Wait for me in the car." With that, Aarav takes my hand and leads me back into the club.

Something about him draws me close, like a string. His sharp features are immensely beautiful, and his silkily vibrant black hair is messy on his head, leaving flops of strands that settle on his forehead. They partly shield his hazel eyes, which attract me even more. He's definitely been built by the Greek gods.

"I'll grab us my former seat." He claims before he leads us there.

Taking a seat on the sofa, I sigh. "Thank you. You didn't have to help, but..."

"I couldn't resist, Claire. Your beauty strikes me."

Ooh, straight to flirting, I see. "You know, I just want to find my friend."

"You know the city of Los Angeles is a safe haven. She will be safe, as you are with me."

One of my brows raises, "I wasn't born here, so I didn't know."

He chuckles, "neither was I, but something astounds me. Everyone comes to this city to find something. What have you come to find?"

I go silent, unable to speak for a moment. What did I come here to find? I clear my throat and say, "A new life. A new beginning filled with bliss and solace, peace and harmony."

"I can relate." Now that piques my interest. I pay attention to him with intricate sight. "I distanced myself from my family. They are very messy, so I came here. Now, I'm stinkingly rich." I laugh at his words.

"Good for you. Let's just say that I ran away from my husband too. He was a maniac." Oh, f**k, I didn't just tell him that. I need to leave here.

"If a man tortures a paradise like you, he should be hanged." He says and I really agree with that, but Caleb can't be hung, not with his influence.

"I should leave." I try to stand up but fall back into the seat.

"Now, how much have you drunk to be like this?"

I snicker, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "You don't want to know."

"A shot of tequila? Probably two? Maybe three at most?"

"What's your deal?"

He shrugs. "You don't want to drink with me, so it doesn't matter." He has poured himself a drink into a cup. I don't know what alcohol it is, but my instinct tells me that it'd be very strong, judging from the smell his mouth reeks of.

"Dare me." I say and snatch the drink from him, gulping it down. My mouth spoils as my face squeezes when I drop the glass cup.

"What the f**k is that?"

"You don't want to know."

My mind is starting to spin. It's too strong. Oh, my goodness. I'm going to die. A few minutes later, my body began to tingle. I can feel the highness walking down my body, entering my bloodstream, and with it came horniness. The man looks even more sexy to me. He shares my state, narrowing his eyes. I can see the hunger in there.

"You look so beautiful, Claire."

"Kiss me, Aarav." I beg, but I'm the one who jumps at him, placing my legs at his side and kissing him hard. I had never felt true passion for s*x until this man. Caleb was my first, and he ruined me and made me hate s*x, but this man is here. I don't know anything about him, but a feeling tells me he'd be the end of me, and for some reason, I accept it.

I rub my core against his, feeling his bulge rise, and so do my moans. My eyes are closed, wrapped in the moment as he is.

"What are you doing to me, Claire?"

"Please, make love to me." I beg him, and he chuckles slightly, grabbing the back of my neck.

"No, I'll f**k you. But passionately that your legs will shake."